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[Complicated game]

Clare continued, unaware of the fact Spark was behind her. Once in a while between her humming a few words would come out as she brushed away dust from various things. Once she was satisfied with the current shelf, she turned to go wet the rag and yelped, jumping back into the shelf she just dusted, knocking over a vase. She caught it quickly with one hand, covering her mouth with the other, blushing scarlet and staring at Spark with wide silver eyes.

Jason cleared his throat. "First, not to call me that. Jason or Mister Carlson will do fine. Second off, there's some laundry in the main room of the cellar. If you would please get that done. After that just some basic housework you can do as you see fit." He told Allie, hands clasped behind his back.

[Taito]

Spark's smirk turned into a wide grin as he looked at her. 'That was a beautiful song. I enjoyed listening to it.' He informed her, finding this very amusing. He went up to her and took the vase, putting it back on the shelf. He had never really liked that vase. Too bad she had caught it.

[Sk8terGal98]

Allie scrunched up her face as if something smelled "Why do you talk like that. I mean seriously enough with the fancy, formal talk." she said and shrugged as she walked off towards the cellar. "See ya later master." she said. It sounded like she was taunting him but she had always called her previous masters "master" in which she had just gotten use to calling them that.

[Complicated game]

Clare just stood there as dumb as a statue and still as one too, hand clasped over her mouth in shock. At last her fingers curled in and she wrung her hands nervously. "T-thanks." She stammered. Much to Clare's dismay, her voice was more suited for Phantom of the Opera than Adelle. Apparently Spark liked it though. She gave a small nervous smile, dying on the inside of embarrassment.

Jay wrinkled his nose much like Allie did, watching her walk away as an odd look overcame is face. Confusion. That feeling in him HAD to be confusion. "I just-" He rubbed his head. "I said-" His mind was a broken record, going over the last few things the two of them had said over and over and over again trying to get them to work. He went back up to his reading room, streching his legs as he picked up a worn copy of "A Tale of Two Cities", though his broken record mind kept going on, his eyes going over words that never really went into his head, giving him a vague feeling like when you walk into a room and forget why you came in.

[Sk8terGal98]

Allie sat down with the laundry in front of her and piece by piece she folded the clothes, put the wet clothes in the dryer, and she put some other clothes in the wash. As she folded clothes she hummed quietly to herself, trying to keep herself from becoming bored.

[Taito]

Spark turned to look at her a bit. 'Sorry. I probably scared you... I'm good at being silent. If you hadn't noticed.' He smiled.

[Complicated game]

Jay had finished the book, though none of it really registered. If asked what he just read, he could have easily said "The great Gatsby." And thought it was right. Suddenly he smirked. He completely forgot about the soap. The soap for the clothing was a simple thing a friend gave him. Ten minuets after it was mixed it should end up making the close more dirty than to start with. That being the only soap in the house, he knew she had to have put it in.

"Silent as the grave." Clare said with a curt nod to confirm this fact. She washed the rag in some clean water and quickly finished up the job. She was positive she was the only slave in history, black, white, or otherwise, to ever ask to clean. Of course, there was that woman in "The Help" But Clare had no plans on making pie made of such nasty things, not to mention she was a free working woman.

[Taito]

'Do I creep you out? Honestly?' He asked her, going back behind her and sitting down on the couch. He figured that her saying ''silent as the grave'' had to mean something like that.

[Sk8terGal98]

Allie took the clothes out of the wash and laughed quietly to herself, she knew what he had done. She walked over to him with her sleeves rolled up, her hair in a bun and she tossed a dirty shirt at him, "Is that the best you can do?" she asked and smirked a bit. She left the room leaving him with the shirt and stared down at the dirty pile. She simply grabbed a bucket of cold water and she scrubbed each piece of cloth until it was clean. Once she was done her hands were sore and a bit bloody but all the laundry was perfectly clean and done. She headed towards him and held up her dirty, sore, bloody hands and she said simply "I hope this is what you wanted." she said with a slight shrug and headed to the bathroom to clean up before she moved onto the next choir.

[Complicated game]

Clare squinted at Spark. "What gave you that idea?" She asked. "Of course not. I wouldn't be staying here if you were creepy." Clare could have escaped three times over. She did like Spark, though he didn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box by her standards, which was by no means fair to anyone short of Albert Einstein or Plato.

Jason gave a smirk. "Perfect." He replied. He watched her carefully as she moved away. "Wait." He called. "There's some cobwebs up in the corners of several rooms, if you could please knock them down. Afraid there's nothing to help you get up there, but if you stretch a little it should work, even better with a duster."